marathon training is no joke... not that I've heard many people try to joke about it... but if they did try, I'd stop them in their tracks and tell them it is no joking matter... I was on death's doorstep sick a few weeks ago and then went to Mexico with the farmer, which I... Continue Reading →
when someone says to you ‘I just can’t find the time for that’ … what is your reaction? recently… due to a pretty intense winter depression fuelled by being 'holed up' in a rink booth and wishing to get outside more… I made the impulsive decision to register in a half-marathon for the end of May... Continue Reading →
i feed a farmer 